English poem
Ii
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
My name they say is young Birdlime, My fingers are fish-hooks, sirs; And I my reading learnt betime, From studying pocket-books, sirs; I have a sweet eye for a plant, And graceful as I amble, Finedraw a coat-tail sure I can't So kiddy is my famble. Chorus. Frisk the cly, etc.